Bad Wish - Pudding TF
Tags: Inanimate, Permanent, Food TF
Tansy found the vase in the clearance bin, wedged between a chipped gravy boat and a lamp shaped like a fish. It was old, genuinely old, brass gone dark with age, a fat round base and a narrow neck, covered in swirling patterns that didn't match any style she knew. The tag said four dollars. Tansy,…
Tansy found the vase in the clearance bin, wedged between a chipped gravy boat and a lamp shaped like a fish. It was old, genuinely old, brass gone dark with age, a fat round base and a narrow neck, covered in swirling patterns that didn't match any style she knew. The tag said four dollars. Tansy, twenty-six, a total sucker for a bargain, hugged it to her chest like treasure and paid in coins. Back home she set it on the living room table, humming, and went to fill it with the daisies she'd bought on the way. The apartment smelled like her vanilla candle and the neighbor's curry drifting through the vent. She lowered the flowers toward the vase's mouth. The vase wiggled. "Who, in the name of MAGIC, is putting FLOWERS in my living room?" Tansy shrieked and dropped the daisies. The vase kept grumbling. So she did the only logical thing and picked it up and rubbed it, slowly, with her sleeve. Smoke poured from the neck, thick and purple, and gathered into a shape above her table. A genie. An actual genie, floating where his legs should be, broad chested, gold bangles on his wrists, a small brass hoop in one ear. But he looked TERRIBLE. Deep black bags hung under his amber eyes, his dark hair stuck up on one side like he'd slept on it for a century and his ghostly tail drooped. He looked at her, sighed from the bottom of his ancient soul, and said, "Oh, great… another one..." "NO WAY!" Tansy jumped in place. She actually jumped around the floor like a maniac, hands flapping. "No way no way, I got a GENIE! A real genie! Why are you in a vase? Aren't you supposed to be in a lamp?" He crossed his arms. "What, you believe all genies live in lamps? A vase has more fresh air and a great window to the outside." He gestured at the neck of it, almost fond. Tansy brushed her ginger hair out of her face, squinting at him. "Why do you look so tired? Did you grant too many wishes?" The genie floated to her kitchen without asking, poured her coffee pot into a mug and drank it in one go. "Please... in your age, everyone knows what a genie is and everyone comes prepared. It takes a toll..." He rubbed his eyes. "My last master made me do his taxes and his sexting. Both... sometimes at the same time. I really need to stop taking wishes." 'If this one pulls out a forty page contract I am going back in the vase, he thought, watching her over the mug's rim.' Tansy smiled her sunniest smile. "No no, I only have simple ones! Not money, not killing anyone, nothing evil." She clasped her hands. "I just have one wish. I want to be sweet and pretty forever! You know? But no tricks, obviously. I want to keep my face, my hair, all of that and don't make me a mannequin or a statue or something. Just pretty and sweet. Something that's not static." The genie lowered the mug very slowly. Something woke up behind those exhausted amber eyes. A tiny spark. A smirk crawled up one side of his mouth. "Master," he said, and bowed with real theater, "your wish is my command." **POOF** Purple smoke swallowed her whole. The first thing Tansy felt was heavy. Not fat heavy. DENSE heavy, low and settled, like her whole body had sat down inside itself. The second thing she felt was the jiggle. She shifted her weight and her entire body wobbled, a slow rolling wave that traveled up from her base, through her belly, into her chest, and every inch it passed through lit up with sensation. 'What... What was that?! What WAS that~' The smoke cleared. She was sitting on a big white plate on her own living room table. She had no legs or arms. Her body was one smooth glossy dome of pale cream colored flesh, wide at the bottom, and when she looked down, her breasts sat on top of the mound, full and round with soft pink nipples, wobbling gently with her panic. Below them, her navel, below THAT, her pussy,and it looked wrong, swollen and plump like it had been pumped up, puffy lips glistening, leaking a slow drip of something thick and golden that smelled like pumpkin spice. She tried to scream. Nothing came out. Her mouth opened, her face still HER face, freckles and all, ginger hair still framing it, but no sound came out at all. The genie floated down to eye level, absolutely glowing now, ten years of exhaustion gone from his face. "Oh, FINALLY, some good wishing. How are you doing, master? Do you like your sweet, forever young body?" 'THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT! Turn me back! And why can't I TALK?!' "Of course you can't talk," he said, reading her furious face with delight. "What did you think? Pudding can't speak." 'PUDDING?!' She tried to calm down. Breathe. Except she didn't breathe anymore. Her panic made her whole body quiver, and the quivering felt GOOD, every wobble dragging pleasure through her mass, her swollen pussy clenching with each wave, and a moan echoed inside her own head with nowhere to go. 'Ohhh~ oh no, why does it feel like THAT~' The genie poked her side with one finger. The ripple rolled through her entire body, breasts bouncing, pussy spasming,
